Wo ghar me mostly akeli hoti thi bt mai kabhi uske ghr nai gya. Hum raat me aksar jab light nai hoti thi tou wo apne chhat aur mai apne chhat se baate...kiya krte the. Fir wo din aaya jab mujhe use chodne ka mouka mil gya. Ek din uske ghar me koi nai tha aur mere ghar wale bhi bahar gaye huye the.Raat k 11 baje honge light nai thi hum chhat me baate kr rhe the aur mai kud ke uske chhat me chala gya . Wo darr gyi aur mujhe jane k liye bolne lagi bt mai nai maan raha tha maine socha tha us din use. "I warned you more were coming. Why didn't you listen?"It was early afternoon. The sun was high overhead but the two tall buildings I stood between blocked out any direct light. By the ambient light I had difficulty seeing her clearly. The voice was definitely female, but the question was one I would expect only from Whisper.I let my eyes adjust to the dimness and watched as she continued to draw near. Thanks to Doctor Holzer, I could tell she wasn't lying to me about the warning. Still it was. Religion was meant to be much more sedate and peaceful, not passionate.He had spoken at great lengths about hell, and it was this subject that she thought about now. Hell was, of course, the center of all sins. Sins such as lust. Kerin had only felt the faintest flickerings of lust before, but she had been assured that it was a horrible, disgusting thing, which seperated you from God.So Hell, as the place most seperated from God, must be full of lust. Full of naked, writhing bodies, people. “Hello, Henley,” Aran said warmly as he clasped Smythe’s forearm before they embraced in a back-slapping hug.“It’s good to see you safe, lad,” Smythe said as they resumed their seats. “We were worried for a bit, there.”There was something different about Aran since last Smythe had seen him. Something had changed; it was in his eyes. While he looked the same physically, he seemed older, wiser, and more in command of himself.“I am safe,” Aran said, though his tone hinted that safety was a.